After Dinner Threesome at the Estate - Part 1

 

It is not the name the world knows you as, but you enjoy being “Mrs. Opal” when you stay at the Estate. Your husband, “Mr. Opal” is a world-famous photographer, and you are a model. The Estate is one of the few places you can go without people recognizing you, asking for your autograph or to snap a selfie. As a couple, you are far from the most famous or wealthy clients to visit. What you enjoy most is that you and Mr. Opal can be sexually free without fear of paparazzi or someone selling the story to the tabloids. Mistress of the Estate ensures the privacy of her guests, and as long as they obey the rules of the house, they are welcome to return.

Most people who visit the Estate only know each other by their gemstone name, but by chance you encountered Mr. Topaz during a photo-shoot. He is an older photographer, who now runs a studio and lab complex used by modeling agencies. He often smiles and is complimentary to you and your husband. When you encountered him and his wife at the Estate, they were trying to keep their marriage together. But you later heard that she left and won a lucrative divorce settlement. Being single, now, Mr. Topaz hasn’t been back to the Estate.

Finishing up a fashion show, you want to relax at the Estate. Your husband and you planned to meet up with Mr. and Mrs. Amethyst, for an after-dinner swap, but you have an idea. Invite Mr. Topaz as your special guest. Your husband doesn’t mind. He has seen you with two men before, and he agrees that both Mr. Amethyst and Mr. Topaz might be different for you. Your husband wants his playtime with Mrs. Amethyst, so he’s not concerned.

He calls and confirms your reservations for the Estate. He then calls both Mr. Amethyst and Mr. Topaz to ensure they will be there. Mr. Topaz is happy for the invite but not sure if he should attend.

You hear your husband tell him, “It has been too long since you were with someone. I know you find my wife attractive, and she wants you to spend time with us at the Estate.” After a pause, he concedes. He will be there.

When you get to the Estate, you check into the Opal room. It looks as beautiful as when you last saw it. Your husband wants to go for a swim before dinner, and you decide to enjoy the green house and the gardens. Afterwards you go back to the room and dress for dinner. Your dress is pale, almost luminescent, showing just enough cleavage to be sexy but not slutty. Your husband wears a pale polo shirt and slacks. Both of you look relaxed as you hold hands and head for the dining room.

Your husband smiles when he sees there are only three people in the dining room. Mr. and Mrs. Amethyst, both wearing variations of purple and black. Her dress covers more of her chest than yours, but is slit higher up on her thighs, showing her bare, toned legs. Mr. Topaz is also at the table. His shirt is a pale yellow, button down, with the sleeves rolled up, and also wearing dark slacks. They all smile back at you as you enter. Mr. Topaz stands up and holds out a chair for you, so you sit between him and Mr. Amethyst. Your husband sits across from you and next to Mrs. Amethyst. The wait staff quickly takes your orders. You are not really hungry for food, so you get a pasta salad. Mrs. Amethyst does likewise.

“Well gentlemen, it looks like the ladies have other things in mind tonight. Shall we follow their lead?” Your husband asks.

Mr. Amethyst smiles, “You know that I prefer to let her lead. But I’ll have the grilled fish.”

His wife winks at him “You want it grilled? Wouldn’t you prefer it raw, or maybe with some sausage?”

“If everything goes as planned, I might get both.” He responds and places a hand on your thigh. You reach down and softly caress his crotch.

You notice that your husband’s and Mrs. Amethyst’s hands are also below the table. “A little appetizer?” you ask and wink. They both smile back. Mr. Topaz doesn’t comment but orders the fish as does your husband.

After the dinner is cleared away, you notice that the Mistress of the Estate is at her table, drinking a glass of wine, and watching all of you. She nods to the staff, and two different sets of doors are open. One leads to the “Playroom”, a lounge with couches and sofas, and the other leads to the Library, which has a couch and chairs. She then stands, taps her glass. “Mesdames et Messieurs, both the Playroom and Library are at your disposal. Please inform the staff when you are done.”

You all raise your glasses in response, “Oui Mistress”.

Finishing your drink, you leave it on the table and take both Mr. Amethyst’s and Mr. Topaz’s hands. Before you can ask where they want to go, you see your husband and Mrs. Amethyst head for the Playroom.

“I guess we get the Library.” Mr. Topaz comments, with a sly smile. The Library is an actual library with full, floor to ceiling bookcases. There is a large couch, and a number of comfortable chairs. The wait staff has prepared the room by placing folded towels, wipes, small bottles of lube, and condoms on the coffee tables. You smile at this because it is so nice to have everything at your disposal.

The three of you move to the couch. You and Mr. Amethyst have done this a few times. So, he seems ready to undress and pleasure you. Mr. Topaz is a little unsure how he fits into things, so he simply sits on the other side of you. You feel his hip next to yours, as Mr. Amethyst slowly pulls one of your straps off your shoulder and tugs gently until one of your breasts is exposed. You like the idea of being watched and your excitement grows as Mr. Amethyst pinches your nipple then exposes the other tit. You make out for a bit and reach down, rubbing your hand on the growing bulge in his pants.

You feel Mr. Topaz adjust his pants to better fit his growing hard on. He watches but doesn’t comment. He apparently doesn’t want to interrupt.

Your dress is bunched uncomfortably as you try to kiss and rub Mr. Amethyst, so you decide to remove it. You stand and look directly at Mr. Topaz as he sits quietly. “Will you please help me with my dress.” You ask as you turn your back to him.

He nods, stands, and helps slide your dress off of you. As your dress drops to the floor, there is a subtle sound of appreciation. You’re not wearing panties and feel his eyes on your ass. Mr. Amethyst leans back and removes his slacks and shirt. He watches to see what you do next as he slowly strokes his cock.

You slowly turn and face Mr. Topaz so he can see you fully nude, in person. “Is this better than my photos?” you ask in a seductive tone.

“Of course” he says, and unzipping his fly, freeing his hard dick. “Where do you want me?” He asks as he slowly strokes himself. He removes his shirt, and lets his pants fall free.

You smile and reach down to help stroke his cock. As you do, Mr. Amethyst comes up behind you. His dick pushes into your back as he reaches around, holding your tits. He tugs on your nipples and makes you gasp. Then he says “She loves having them sucked.” You look at Mr. Topaz and wink as your breathing increases. His cock twitches in your hand. He slowly licks around your left nipple. You feel his slick wet tongue slowly moving around it. Then he closes his mouth on your hardening nipple and sucks firmly. He moans in pleasure as he sucks you, as you continue to stroke him.

Mr. Amethyst holds your breasts as Mr. Topaz licks and sucks them. It is a new experience, and you love how sensual it feels. You love the feel of Mr. Topaz’s beard on your skin. Then you grab his face and pull him up to your lips. You kiss for a long moment. You are so aware of his cock in your hand and Mr. Amethyst’s pressing into your back as he rubs your chest. Your hard nipples rub against Mr. Topaz’s hairy chest as you continue to kiss firmly, but then he stops. “Doesn’t Mr. Amethyst deserve a kiss too?” he asks in a seductive tone.

Your heart races and you slowly turn to face Mr. Amethyst. His cock is now firmly against your stomach as Mr. Topaz’s now presses into your bottom. He reaches around and cups your breasts while you and Mr. Amethyst kiss.

Mr. Topaz’s rough hands feel different as you rub your nipples against Mr. Amethyst’s smooth chest, and you feel a thick cock resting in the crack of your ass.

Mr. Amethyst reaches for Mr. Topaz as you kiss him. You don’t know what he is doing but you feel sandwiched as he pulls Mr. Topaz closer. You love that they both seem very comfortable with touching one another. After a few seconds you slide down as they continue to stand, facing each other. They let you take the lead. You kneel and take Mr. Amethyst in your mouth, licking and sucking him slowly. Then you do the same for Mr. Topaz.

You have an urge to put both of their cocks in your mouth, if you can. It’s something you have never tried in real life but fantasized about. You ask to make sure that they are OK with such close contact. Mr. Amethyst says “I’m happy to do whatever you want.” Then Mr. Topaz smiles down at you and steps closer. “I’m game if he is.” You hold both of their shafts, licking one then the other before you touch their tips and wrap your lips around their dark, excited heads.

Both men let out a small moan as they feel your mouth stretch open as you try to suck both at once. They feel so firm in your mouth, but slick from your saliva and their pre-cum.

Then you take them both out and stroke, using your saliva as lube. The shafts feel so hard in your hands. They won’t last long. Mr. Topaz’s thick cock pulses in your hand and you lick the acrid spume from the tip as it dribbles out. Mr. Amethyst is excited by this and turns your head so you can catch his cum as he shoots. It hits your upper lip and open mouth. He helps you pump his pud so you get all of it. You slowly lick it clean. You are still wet and wonder what will happen next.

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Co-Workers - Chapter 4 - The Restroom Stall

 

It has been a number of weeks that we have been having sex with each other. We even went on a few dates outside of the office. But even though the sex was good, we agreed that it seemed to be missing something.

You love the feeling of almost getting caught. The knowledge that you are doing something that you shouldn’t be, in a place and time that you shouldn’t. As good as it is going over to each other’s place and “enjoying the evening”, it still seems like it is missing something. So, we agreed to not date.

We still have sex but we agreed that we should try to “keep it fun and special”.

There was real thrill having lunch-time sex in an open conference room. The emergency stairwell is also exciting, but you want something that is a bit more comfortable. As exciting as early morning sex in the office is, there are severe limitations, as to how, where, and who enjoys who.

You are thinking about all of this as you are getting ready for work. You look at the weather report as you layout clothing.

“Today will be cool and clear, with a wind out of the North West…..”.

As you hear that, you go to your closet and grab a pair of slacks, but next to it is a thick, long plaid skirt. You grab the skirt instead. "It is thick and long enough to cover whatever I am wearing underneath."  You think slyly. You go to dresser and pull out your garter belt, dark stockings, and a matching bra. You reach for a matching pair of panties, but instead grab your crotchless ones. You also pull out the solid crotch panties and set them aside to put in your purse. "If the wind is too cold, I might need these." You think.  You look at yourself in the mirror as you put on the bra, then put on the garter belt. "I love how this looks."

You sit down and slowly slide on your stockings. The texture of the smooth fabric feels so good on your legs. "I should wear these more often."

You pull on your crotchless panties last. "If my mom saw me dressing like this, she would ask “What porn movie are you shooting? Only porn stars and sluts wear panties over their stockings.”’

You look at yourself in the mirror again. "I love the look and feel of this." you think as you pull on a dark cotton blouse and button it up, then the thick skirt.  Another check in the mirror. "Perfect for a day when the weather is cool, and I have a sexy surprise concealed underneath." You smile wickedly.

The last thing, "Boots or “fuck me pumps”?" You look at your closet again. Your calf high boots will go better with the outfit.

After a last quick check in the mirror, you put the spare panties in your purse, grab a cup of coffee, and your cell phone. You quickly text me, "I hope you were a good boy last night; I might have a treat for you today."

As you are driving, a message pops up on your phone, “I was good. Can I have a sneak peek? Or do I have to wait?”

Using voice to text you reply, "Special treats are only for good boys who wait." 

“Ok. See you in the office.”

You pull into the parking lot, arriving before me. "Good".

The wind is cold as you step out of the car. "Good thing this skirt is thick", you think as blows hard against you.

Once you are inside the building, you use the ladies’ room and you check your outfit and makeup. Then you stop and open the handicapped stall. Looking at the grab bars, raised toilet, larger stall walls, you smile to yourself and then go to your desk.

As you set down your purse, you hear a low wolf whistle. I walk up behind you. “That looks so sexy on you. I love the boots and skirt.” I lower my voice some more, “Is that my treat?”

You whisper back "You will have to wait and see." You sit down and log into your computer and start focusing on emails. Luckily today, most of what you are dealing with is routine. A chat window from me pops up from time to time. “When do I get my treat?”

‘If you can’t wait, you will ruin the surprise.’ You respond.

I grab a stack of papers and walk up to your desk. “Are you sure you don’t need my help with anything right now?” I ask. "No, I'm good. Maybe as we get closer to lunchtime, I might need a hand with something. Maybe I might have an idea of something tasty that you'll want to eat?" you say in a low and seductive.

I let out a groan of frustration.

You glance down at my lap and see the outline of my cock. Then you stand and whisper in my ear, as your hand brushes my crotch. "Aawww, are you getting frustrated? Maybe you will have to wait even longer?"

You kiss my cheek and sit down.

I walk back to my desk, and you look around. You notice that Joan, whose desk isn’t far from yours, looks at you with a wicked smile. She shakes her head and focuses on her work.

You get a little turned on, knowing that you are getting me hard, and that Joan might have noticed. Just the thought of almost getting caught, even though you weren’t doing anything, makes your nipples harden a bit, and you flush at the fact that you are wearing your crotchless panties around everyone.

You remember the day that I sat under my desk and ate your pussy as others were arriving. "Mmmmm it is a wonderful thought, but he can’t do that right now." you think.

Later on, you look at the clock. It’s 10:30, too early for lunch, but good enough for a coffee break. You make a last check of emails to make sure there aren’t any client requests.

Nothing in the queue.

You open a chat window. "I am going to get some coffee. Wait 5 minutes and then see me over by the Ladies’ room on the first floor."

You stand up, grab your coffee cup and walk out of the area. There is a snack bar on the first floor not far from the Ladies’ room, so you go there, and refill your cup.

You then check the Ladies’ room to ensure it is empty.

A few minutes later, I walk over to you. “Should I get a coffee…”

You grab my shirt and pull me in. You lead me all the way to the handicapped stall and latch it. You kiss me passionately. My warm lips pressed against yours.

You release me, and hold your finger to your lips in a "keep quiet" motion.

I silently nod. You raise up your thick skirt and show me your sexy underwear.

“Oh my. Is that for me?” I whisper. You nod and motion for me to get on my knees. Grabbing one of the support bars, you press against one of the stall walls.

I slide my hands up your stocking clad legs and softly kiss the bare part of your right inner thigh just above the top of the stocking. You spread your legs a bit wider and feel my breath on your exposed pussy as I slowly kiss closer to it. You close your eyes and anticipate my tongue on your pussy lips.

My hands grab your ass cheeks as I slowly lick up and down. You feel the tip of my tongue slowly going between and around your sweet, damp pussy. You inhale sharply as I thrust my tongue hungrily into you.

We hear the door to the ladies’ room open and someone goes into the first stall. You grab my hair and hold my head still, as you slowly sit down on the toilet seat, your legs still spread.

I look up at you from under your skirt. You make the "Shhh" motion with your other hand. I silently nod as you continue to hold my hair.

We hear the other person using the toilet unaware of us. I slowly lick around your clit. I make quick flicking motions with just the tip. A small moan escapes your lips. You clasp your hand over your mouth.  We hear the other person wiping and then flushing. With the noise of the water, I clamp my mouth on your clit and suck firmly. You moan again through your closed mouth.

We hear her leave, and you pull my head from between your legs. "I want you to fuck me now." You whisper. We stand up. You turn around and lean over the toilet, grabbing both safety bars. Your heart is beating harder. You try to steady your breathing, as you feel me raise your skirt over your ass, then the tip of my hard cock slowly rubbing your wet open pussy.

I am enjoying this too. I grab your hips and thrust deeply. You inhale sharply again. I work my cock in and out. You love how it feels as I take you from behind.  You grab the bars more firmly as I fuck you harder. You bite your lower lip to keep from making noise. "God, this feels so good."

My cock feels so thick and hard inside of you. You release one grab bar, reach down, and rub your clit. You're going to cum so hard.  The thought of someone walking in just as you cum fills your mind and you feel even more excited. You rub your clit faster as you feel my cock thrust and hold it inside of you.

"No, don’t cum inside of me. I want it in my mouth." you say in a hushed tone. I pull out, and stand there. My cock coated with your juices and twitching.

You turn around and grab it. You stroke me hard and fast, with your mouth open at the tip. I grab the walls of the stall as I cum. My moan is audible, as my cum shoots into your open mouth. You then suck the tip, tasting both your flavors and mine. I stand there as you take me fully in your mouth. The familiar flavor of my cum fills your mouth, as you suck me clean.

You stand up and kiss me passionately sharing our flavors. Then you use some toilet paper to wipe your freshly used pussy, and flush.

We slowly open the stall door to ensure the room is empty. After quickly washing your hands, and checking in the mirror that your clothing is straight, you check the hallway to see if anyone will notice both of us leaving.

I grab your coffee cup which you left on the small shelf in the stall.

Once we are in the hallway, I hand you your cup. “I think your cup needs topped off. I will get a cup too.”

We go back upstairs to the office. After checking emails, a message pops up from me. “Did you finish? If not, do you want to try again this afternoon?” You type back. "I was close, but got what I wanted. Let’s see how the day goes. I might need your help later."

"I like these panties on a day like today." you think as you smile to yourself.

Making Freezer Jam

 Going Berry Picking

Wearing your T-shirt, and sweatpants, you and your husband step from the bathroom.

Your daughter is standing there holding her stuffed dog. “When I woke up. I didn’t see you. Toby got scared.” She says holding her toy dog tightly. You kiss her forehead and then scratch between Toby’s ears. 

“We were sweaty and dirty picking the berries at the farm so Daddy and I took a shower. Is Toby okay with that?” You ask.

She nods and holds up her toy. “He’s not scared anymore.”

Your husband comes from behind you, picks up your daughter, and holds her up. “Okay Munchkin, shall we help Mommy make jam?”

She smiles and laughs as he moves her through the air and then hugs her.

Your son is already in the kitchen standing next to the bag of berries, bouncing up and down with excitement.

“So what do we do first?” your husband asks as he sets your daughter back on the ground.

Quickly you go to the old recipe box. It’s an old metal box that was originally for cocoa powder but with the hinged lid and the fact that it fit index cards perfectly, you knew you had to keep it. You open it and thumb through the cards. You find one, in your father’s script, “Easy Freezer Jam”.

You read aloud what is needed. “2 cups of crushed berries, 4 cups of sugar, 1 box of Pectin, and ¾ cup of water.”

“Honey, I don’t think we have enough sugar or pectin.” Your husband says as he checks the pantry.

You sigh, “Ok, Dear, why don’t you run to the store. I’ll have the kids help me prepare everything until you return.”

He steps up and kisses you. “Is there anything else we need? Maybe something for once the kids are asleep?” He asks quietly. You look at the kids who are listening in.

Loudly and clearly you say, “Also pick up ice cream, whipped cream, and maybe some chocolate sauce.” You then lean in to kiss him and whisper ‘Maybe you will get lucky tonight and I might want a “special dessert”?”

He smiles broadly. “I’ll be back.”

While he is gone, you and the kids find a bunch of plastic containers with matching lids. The smallest being 1 cup, and the largest being 1 quart. The kids wash the containers and lids as you prepare the fruit. When they finish, you have your daughter wait by the metal mixing bowl with a potato masher and your son helps you prepare berries with a hard plastic knife.

You see your husband walk in carrying a couple of cloth grocery bags. “Did I miss all the fun?” he asks as he puts away the groceries.

“You are right on time.” You say as you nod towards the recipe. “Can you leave out the sugar and the pectin?”

“Of course,” he says as he fills the large storage container marked “Sugar”, then sets it on the cupboard.

He walks over to you, kisses your cheek, and looks at the large pile of berry stems. He then looks the colander and sees that most of the berries have been prepared, and are now in the metal bowl. You take the last of the berries from the colander, “Save these to go on the ice cream later.”

He nods, then dumps the stems into the trash.“What’s next?” 

You nod at your daughter. “It’s time to squish the berries.”

“Yay!” she squeals and starts mashing with the potato masher. Your husband quickly steadies the metal bowl for her. The kitchen is full of the smell of smashed fruit and juice. After a few minutes, your daughter says that her arms are tired. 

Your husband says “You did good, baby. Let Daddy try for a bit.” He quickly smashes the berries into a thick paste. You hold out the large measuring cup and have him dump it all in. A little over 6 cups of pulped berries. At your direction, he dumps 2 cups of berries into the bowl, and then he slowly stirs, adding the sugar as you make the pectin/water mix which you add. You have him continue stirring for 3 minutes. The kids bring the containers as you grab a ladle from the utensil holder and start spooning out the mix. As soon as one container is filled, you have them hand you another. Soon the mixing bowl is empty, and you make two more batches and soon have the closed containers lined up on the cupboard. There is a little bit of the last batch that you have your husband put into a mug. 

Because of all of the jam making, your husband recommends having pizza for dinner. You kiss him on the cheek. “How about I get the pizza, while you and the kids clean the kitchen.”

Your son quickly says, “Can I help you get the pizza, Mommy. I already washed dishes.” pointing to the containers he prepared for you.

Your husband grins and shrugs as he starts rinsing the sugary mix off of the utensils before loading them into the dishwasher.

You place the pizza order on the app on your phone and then show your son the screen. “They received the order. See, it says ‘Making the Pizza’.”

He shouts “Yay!” and runs for the front door. “Let’s go Mommy. Maybe we can watch them make it.”

By the time you arrive at the Pizza parlor, your son is asking “Are they still making it? Can we watch?”

When you get there, your son runs up to the glass partition in front. He is always fascinated watching them make pizzas. The cook spins the dough in the air, until it is the size he needs and puts it on the baking pan. “Is that one ours, Mommy?”

You point to the extra-large pizza coming out of the oven. “That one is ours, I think.”

You both move farther down the glass as you watch them put the pizza into a box and slice it. “Yay!” he says as you both go to the register. You tell the cashier your name, and they hand you your pizza. It smells so good, and you feel the warmth through the cardboard box.

When you get home, your husband and daughter have the kitchen cleaned and plates set on the table. Sometimes it is nice to have a sit-down dinner with the family. 

After pizza, you dish up ice cream, with whipped cream, berries and chocolate sauce. Everyone goes to the living room. You sit on the couch next to your husband, as the kids sit in their chairs. You let them pick a movie, but you remind them that it can’t be something that they have already watched this week. If you didn’t tell them that, you would be watching one of those animated movies with an overly catchy soundtrack. Catchy that is the first dozen times, but when you hear the same things every day, it gets on your nerves. You also tell them that if they can’t choose, then Daddy gets to choose. After a few minutes of discussion, they pick one that they haven’t watched too recently. You snuggle next to your husband, suggestively licking the chocolate sauce from your spoon. 

“Mmmm, I can’t wait until they fall asleep.” he whispers, and places an arm around you. As cartoon animals sing and dance on the screen, you feel your husband’s hand play with your breast through your t-shirt. You place your empty ice cream bowl on his lap, slowly moving it back and forth along his crotch. “I see you’re in a playful mood too.” He whispers.

“If you can wait until they fall asleep, I have an idea for a special dessert.” you playfully whisper back. 

By the time the cartoon animals are singing the closing credits, both kids are asleep.

After putting them both to bed, your husband comes up behind you and hugs you. “So what do we do with all of the jam on the cupboards?”

You turn and kiss him. “The containers stay for a day, then we can put them in the freezer.”

He looks confused, “I thought you said something about a ‘special dessert’.” 

You kiss him. “Go put some towels on the bed and I’ll be there in a minute.”

He looks a little confused, but nods and does as you ask. You grab the mug with jam, the whipped cream, and a spoon, and head to the bedroom.

Your bed is covered with towels. “Ok, now what?” Your husband asks, with a playful grin.

You set everything on the bed and then strip out of your clothes. Thinking back, you realize it’s been a long time since you did any ‘food play’, and that was prior to meeting your husband. Fully naked, you sit on the edge of the bed, then pick up the mug with jam. It is firming up, so you stir it with a spoon to make it flow a bit easier.

“Oh, is this like that scene in ‘9 ½ Weeks’? But he used a blindfold and more than just jam and whipped cream.” Your husband comments as he strips naked too.

“Come on over.” You say in a soft sultry tone then use the spoon to drip some berry jam on your right breast. You expect it to feel cold on your skin but it’s still room temperature so not too shocking as the sticky glob slowly moves down to your nipple. You set the spoon in the mug and grab the whipped cream. You shoot a little on your nipple, covering the jam. “Now lick me clean.” You playfully command.

He gets down on his knees, and you see that he’s excited by this. You feel his warm tongue slowly licking the cold, and quickly melting cream. He swallows it then he licks up the jam, including slowly licking up the sweet sticky trail on your breast.

While he is focused on your right breast, you smear some jam on the left one, then lean back a bit. You love how your husband uses his tongue and mouth. After licking the right one, he takes a moment and firmly sucks your right nipple. You feel it all the way down your spine. He releases it and the looks at the left breast. “Mmmm That one looks sticky too.” He grabs the whipped cream can and shoots a line on top of the jam trail. You steady yourself for it, but it’s cold on your skin. It starts dripping as heat of your skin melts it so fast, but his tongue is faster. He starts at your nipple and licks up. A couple of drips slide down the sides of your breast, on to your thigh. After he licks that one clean and sucks your left nipple firmly, he comments. “There isn’t a lot of jam left. Why don’t you lay back and slide over.”

Your do as he asks and get in the center of the bed. He takes the mug then gets between your legs. You feel a sticky glop of jam hit your pussy lips. He takes the back of the spoon and slowly rubs the sticky mass up and down, covering your lips, clit, and a little at the base of your pubic bush. “Try not to get my hair sticky.” You comment.

You are startled by both the sound and the cold of the whipped cream on your pussy. But it is quickly followed by the feeling of his hand sliding under your ass and his mouth licking and sucking the cream. His warm mouth feels so good. You feel his tongue go up and down, through and around, and then the suction of his mouth as he sucks your clit and makes sure that all of the sticky mess is off of your pussy. He is so good with his mouth you grab his hair, and try to hold him as you hump his face to an orgasm.

You release him and he moves up your body, kissing you. You taste yourself mixed with berries and cream. He lies next to you. “Is it my turn?” he asks, with his hard cock lying against his stomach.

Grabbing the mug and spoon, you drip and smear the last of the jam on his schlong. You like how it looks, getting that glaze on it. Then you take the whipped cream can, and shake it. But before you squirt it on him, you slowly lick some jam off of him The sweetness and bright berry flavor is what you were missing on this morning’s toast. Holding his hard dick straight up, you lick around the tip, and taste both berry jam and his excitement. Not a bad flavor you think, but it is missing something. You smile wickedly at him and then squirt the cream on him. “Wow! That is cold!” He says, trying to reach down for you. 

“Fair is fair.” You say and squirt a line down his shaft. It starts to slide almost immediately, so you lick from his balls up to the tip, catching most of it in your mouth. “The flavor of whipped cream and berry jam is really good.” You think as you swallow it down. You continue licking and sucking him until he cums in your mouth. Then you grab a towel and wipe yourself. He takes another one and wipes himself off too. You kiss him again. “Let’s grab a quick shower. I’d hate to wake up and find that I still have cream or jam on me.”

He nods and gathers up all of the towels from the bed. Quickly throwing them in the hamper and then following you into the shower.

He kisses you again. “Want some more shower sex?’

You hug him. “Not tonight, Dear. I enjoyed it earlier, and we just had fun on the bed. But I feel like we’d be pressing our luck and we’d have little ones asking why we are making noises in the shower.”

The steam fills the bathroom, and he holds you tightly. “Ok. You’re right. Let’s just clean up and then fall asleep in each other’s arms.”

You kiss him again and then step into the shower. “Sometimes you are such a romantic. Hand me the soap?”

You luck out. When you finish, there are no soft knocks on the door, but you feel tired. It has been a long and busy day. You dry off, put on a nightie and lay your head on his chest. “So what family activity do you want to do tomorrow?” you playfully ask.

He shakes his head, sighs, and holds you, as he drifts off to sleep.

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In the Hospital with the Virus

 On the news there is talk about a new virus, but you aren’t paying attention as you pack your bags for your business conference. A 3-day conference with your international business partners.

The days are filled with lectures and briefings, and your evenings are filled with official dinners and drinking. By the third day, everything is going well. You have made new contacts and handed out your business cards. Heck, you even hooked up with one of the female junior partners. Over drinks one night, she told you she was bored and horny, and you responded with “your room or mine?” It was quick and energetic for both you and her.

Yes, you are ready to go home.

On the flight, you sleep for most of it, but you remember hearing a number of people coughing and sneezing. You don’t really think much about it.

The next morning, you don’t feel well, but you want to go into the office, file your travel voucher, and write up a report for the people in your office who didn’t attend the conference. You are coughing and sneezing, so you stop by a pharmacy and pick up some over the counter medicine to help. “I probably just picked up a cold.” you tell yourself. You get something to help with your cough and wash it down with a sports drink. Your forehead feels a little warm, but “I’ll just keep drinking fluids. After I do what I need in the office, I’ll go home.”

Once you are in the office, you scan in your receipts, and file your expense report.

As you start working on the trip report, you get an email telling you to “Check your voucher again. The amounts don’t match the receipts.” You pull up your voucher again. “Dammit, I transposed a few numbers.” you curse at yourself. You start coughing again so you take some more medicine.

“Are you doing, okay?” asks one of your co-workers. “Yeah, just picked up a cold.” you respond, but your voice sounds raspy. “You should go home. If you need help with work, just ask.” “I’m okay. I’ve got it. Thanks” you respond.

You wipe your forehead. It feels warm and dry. Trying to focus on the computer screen, the numbers seem to move and swim. You drink another sports drink. It feels cool on your throat.

Feeling woozy, you lean forward. You feel like you are falling. There are voices and screams.

The women in your office are so sexy. They wear such tight skirts and tops.

You just want to bend them over their desks, push up the skirts, pull down the panties and fuck them hard. One after another. Just line them up and fuck them all. Your cock is so hard. It is going in and out. Fucking one after another. Some pussies are so tight, and others are wet and open. You just want to cum. You want to shoot your cum on and in each one.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

“What’s noise?” You open your eyes and try to look around. It looks like a hospital. You try to rub your eyes, but your wrists are secured to the bed.

“What’s going on?” you ask in a whispered croak. In a minute a masked medical assistant comes up. “Oh, you’re awake. Let me get the nurse.” As she leaves, her scrubs look almost form-fitting. So tight. Her ass looks so round and firm. You just want to fuck her. Your cock tries to stiffen, but there is pain. The nurse enters. Her breasts look like they are barely contained by her scrub top. “You look hotter than the other one.” you croak out.

She ignores your comment. “Do you know where you are? You are in the County Hospital. Do you know what happened to you?” As you try to focus on her, her body looks so sexy. You just want to strip her bare and fuck her. As you try to move, she just checks your vitals and makes notes on the form attached to the end of your bed.

“He’s still delirious. Give him his next round of meds and keep an eye on him. Let me go check the others.” She says to the MA and leaves.

All of these women are so sexy. You just want to fuck them all.

There are other patients near you. Each of you are separated by a curtain, but sometimes you can hear the voices.

“Yeah, you are such a slut, show me what you got.”

“Suck my cock, let me show you what a real man can do.”

“Bend over and I’ll fuck that sweet ass.”

You so badly want to be free. The sexy MA pulls the blanket off of you and wipes you down. You see why it hurts to get hard. You are caged and catheterized. As she wipes your body, you are sure she is talking to you. “You are such a bad and dirty boy. Naughty boys wear a cage. Your tiny little dick needed the smallest cage we have.” “Pull it off and suck me.” you try to say, but your mouth feels dry and raspy again.

She finishes, gives you your meds and you drift off again. Or did you?

The curtains are all pulled back. You see seven other men around you. Each one is strapped into their beds with a chastity cage on their penises.

The overhead lights are turned low. The nurse walks in wearing white stiletto heels and a white latex nurse’s outfit.

“You are all pathetic.” she says, “Your tiny little dicks need to be caged so you don’t play with them like the losers you are.”

In her hand she has a white paddle. “I should bend each of you over and spank your sweet little asses.”

“Yes, spank me.” one guy cries.

She smacks her palm with it and the crack echoes in the room. The room is all of a sudden quiet. “You will show me how much you worship me. Each of you will come to me and do as I ask.” She says as she sits down on a tall chair in the middle of the room.

You realize your wrists aren’t secured anymore and you can get up from your bed. All eight of you surround her, naked except for the cock cages each of you wear.

“How may I serve you, Nurse?” you ask. Your voice is soft and quiet.

She hits the palm of her hand with the paddle again. “You address me as Mistress Nurse. All of you, get on your knees!”

The floor is hard and cold on your knees. “You. Crawl over here.” She points and commands you. You walk on your hands and knees and stop just before her. “I want you to clean my right shoe with your tongue.” She holds her foot before you.

“And you.” she points to another man, “Lick the left one clean.” You hold the white stiletto shoe in your hand and slowly lick from the toe, upwards. The polished leather has a strange taste, but you ignore it. “Lick my shoes until they are clean.” she says.

As you lick towards the heel, she stops you. “Good boy. Move back and wait.” she points to another. “You, continue where he left off.” You move back and continue sitting on your knees. The tile floor is cold on your legs.

She continues to command different men to do different things. Her shoes are removed. Her stockings are rolled down and placed neatly by her shoes. As a patient helps unzip her top, she spanks his ass. “Are you getting hard? Did I say that your little worthless dick could get hard?” “No Mistress Nurse” he says turning his ass towards her so she can paddle him more fully. With her latex top unzipped you see that her beautiful nipples are full and hard. She paddles him and commands him to sit.

She has a different patient suck on her left nipple. She looks at you. “You have a good tongue. I want you to use it on my right nipple.”. “Yes, Mistress Nurse.” you say as you crawl back to her.

Slowly you lick around her areola, using the flat of your tongue, moving in a clockwise motion. “Mmmm you are both very good boys. Would you like to suck my nipples?” “Yes, Mistress Nurse.” you both respond. “Suck until I tell you to stop.” she commands.

You put your lips around her firm nipple and softly suck. Then you suck a little harder. “Yes. Good. Suck harder.” she says, a pleasurable tone in her voice.

Her nipple feels so good in your mouth. You suck even harder. You’re getting excited and you feel the pressure of the cage around your cock. “Awwww are you both getting hard? That is only natural. If you continue being good boys, maybe we will see about some release. Stop and sit back down.” she commands.

“They did a good job with my breasts, and now my pussy needs some attention.” She calls over a small thin man. The cage on his dick reminds you of a manhole cover, because it is small and tightly fitted against him. She spreads her legs and flashes her neatly trimmed pussy. “Do a good job and I will reward you.” She says holding the paddle under his chin. “Yes, Mistress Nurse.”

You all watch as he licks her with his long thin tongue. Up and down, and then in and around. She places one hand on his head.

It looks so sexy. “I don’t want to get hard.” you tell yourself. You close your eyes and try to think of something else. Then you hear her moan in pleasure. “Don’t get hard.” you whisper to yourself. She is moaning louder and longer. “No I don’t want this.” you say aloud.

You open your eyes. The room is bright, and you are still in your bed. The nurse and MA, masked and gloved are helping remove your respirator tube. “Doctor, he is responsive.” she calls.

You look around. The room looks to be an ordinary hospital room with just your bed. You have tubes and electrodes connected to you. There are no restraints on your wrists and nothing on your penis except for a catheter. The doctor, masked and gloved, comes into the room. “Do you know where you are?” You nod. “County General Hospital” you respond with a raspy sound. “Good. Do you know why you are here?” he continues.“I was delirious, along with the other men.” The doctor looks at the nurse who shrugs. “You were delirious. You had a high fever and had contracted that virus going around. Have you traveled recently?” You nod and tell him about your business conference. He makes some notes on the electronic tablet. “You just were removed from the respirator; the virus affected your lungs and brain. I think you are over the worst of it. Rest and I will check on you again.”

You try to relax in the bed. You notice that the MA’s scrubs don’t look tight on her anymore, and she is cute, but not unbearably sexy.

“Nurse,” you ask, “Have I been in this room the whole time?” She nods, “You are a respiratory infection risk, so you are in an isolation room.” That makes sense. “Thanks, by the way, how many other patients have it right now?” “There are 7 others of you. That is why we must wear PPE around you. Rest, I will be back with some food.” “Thank you Mistress Nurse” you say. She turns, “What did you say?” You cough, “I said ‘Thank You, Nurse.’ see you in a bit.”

Looking around the room, it must have all been a dream. A fever dream, but only a dream.

Co-Workers - Chapter 3 — "Under the Desk"

 

It is finally Friday. We have been working hard this week. After the Security Guard talked with us about our stairwell adventure, we decided that we would slow down while there were other people at work.

We finished our project on Thursday afternoon it was sent up to management for final approval. I asked you to come in early Friday because I had an idea.

You wearing your favorite comfortable blue skirt and lacy black top with the built-in cups.

You ride up the elevator, and wonder what I have in mind.

You open the door and the overhead lights aren’t on yet. The only light is coming in from the windows. You reach to turn on the lights,

“Don’t do that yet.” I say, “Just come on down to my desk.” My desk is down at the end of a row of cubes. You like it because I always have to walk past your desk to go anywhere. You see me in the low light and I am wearing one of my grey polo shirts and navy slacks.

‘So, what is this about?’ You ask.

“I had an idea. You know how you often flash me and tease me with your sweet pussy? How would you like to start off your day right?”

‘What do you mean?’ You ask with a smirk.

“Everyone was working so hard on the project all week, most of them will probably come in late. That is why I wanted us to come in early. Set your stuff down on my desk. Use my computer and sit at my desk this morning.”

‘Why, what are you going to do?’ and you watch me climb under my desk and sit facing you. “Power things up, sit in my chair and roll closer.” I say in a low voice.

‘What will I say if anyone asks why I am using your desk?’

“If anyone asks, tell them that you have a connectivity issue, and you already called the Help Desk. You don’t have time to wait for them to send up a tech, so you are using my desk instead. And if anyone asks where I am, just tell them that I am somewhere around.” I say with a malicious grin.

You look at the clock on the wall. ‘If we are going to do this, then we need to start. People will probably start showing up in the next 15 to 20 minutes.’ You say as you sit in my chair. You take a moment and transfer your phone number to my phone, and log into the computer.

You make sure you are sitting near the edge of the chair so you can spread your legs.

As you start opening emails. you feel my breath on your thigh.

My soft lips kiss the inside of your right thigh.

My lips feel warm through your pantyhose.

You feel my hand rest on your other thigh, as I slowly kiss closer to your panties.

‘You should have told me to not wear pantyhose today.’ you say in a low voice, even though the office is still empty.

“Do you want to take them off?”

You sigh, slide the chair back and stand up.

‘Can you take them off of me?’ you ask.

I reach up under your skirt. You feel my fingers at your waistband. I slowly pull them down. Moving teasingly slow so you feel the smooth texture of your hose slide down your hips and ass, under your skirt.

I slowly continue sliding them down your legs.

Once they are at your ankles, I slide of one shoe, remove your hose, replace the shoe, and then the other shoe. “Do you want to put these in your purse or my desk drawer?” you smile at that question, but put them in your purse just in case you need them.

You sit back down and roll the chair up to the desk, keeping your knees spread wide.

As you look at the screen at the next email, you feel my head between your thighs again. My lips feel soft, warm, and wet as I slowly kiss the upper inside of your right thigh.

You feel my hair brush against the inside of your left thigh. It feels soft and smooth so you bring your legs slight closer together, so you enjoy both feelings.

The emails you are reading are the normal updates and responses the next upcoming projects.

You try to focus on what you are reading, as you feel my lips on your black lacy panties.

I softly kiss and lick. You feel the texture of your panties slowly moving along your pussy as my tongue and lips press against you.

“Seize the moment now!” you read as the intro to an email from a client.

You feel my tongue lick up and down the crotch of your panties. I taste your dampness through your panties. You try to focus on the email, to see what the client is talking about.

“With the successes during the last fiscal year, that our company has….”

You feel the suction of my mouth over your clit, as I suck your damp panties and clit at the same time. You grab the computer mouse harder as you feel me grab your bare thighs and suck on your pussy.

You curse under your breath.

“that our company has enjoyed our relationship with you, we are looking at expanding..”

I stop sucking and slide the crotch of your panties to the side.

You spread your legs wider as you feel my slick, wet tongue slowly licking your damp pussy lips going up…. across…. down….and… around.

“we are looking at expanding our existing contracts and possibly adding new orders.”

My tongue slides deeply into your wet hungry pussy and my nose rubs your bare clit. It feels so good, you put one had under the desk and grab my hair. I grab your hips and pull your crotch tightly against my mouth. You feel my tongue deep inside of you.

You close your eyes and lean your head back in pleasure, feeling me lick up and around your clit. My tongue feels so good licking around it and then I suck it again. You feel my mouth suck your clit harder. If feels sooooo good. You tighten your thighs around my head.

The office door opens and the overhead lights come on.

‘Don’t stop, I am so close.’ you whisper.

You hear someone walking down another aisle and sitting down a few desks away.

I release one hip and you feel my fingers slide into your wet open pussy. My fingers are working in and out, twisting and thrusting as suck your clit harder. You cover your mouth so you don’t moan, but you know that you aren’t completely silent. You feel your pleasure flowing. You bite your lower lip, and breath harder through your nose.

“Oh, you are here too.” you hear a voice call overtop of the cubes. “Why were you sitting in the dark?” He asks.

‘I had…. ah … problem with…….my connection…. and the…. morning light…. through the windows…..was nice.’ you say trying to keep your breathing steady.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You feel my fingers slow down the thrusting, and I lick quietly lick around your clit. ‘Yea. Have you opened your emails? I think one of our biggest customers might want to add some new orders. I am reading it over right now. You should open it.’ You say.

You hear him sit back down, and clicking on his keyboard.

You sigh, look down, and whisper ‘This feels so good, but I need you to stop.’ You slowly roll the chair back and I crawl out from under the desk.

I stand up and kiss you. My mouth is wet with your juices and you taste your pussy on me. “You were so wet. Do I need a towel for my chair?” I whisper in your ear.

You nod and smile as you stand up, grabbing your purse, and say, ‘I need to use the restroom.’

“Should I follow you?” I whisper. You sigh, ‘Not right now. Maybe later.’ You kiss my cheek and walk away. I get some paper towels from the kitchenette, to clean up my chair.

You return from the restroom with your pantyhose back on, set things on your desk, and then walk down to my desk.

I look up from my computer screen, as you lean over me, whispering ‘Here, take these home and bring them back all clean.’ You kiss my cheek as you press your wet panties into my hand. “I will.” I say in a low tone as I put them into a pocket of my computer bag.

In a louder tone, you say. ‘So, what do you think about the email from our client?’ “I haven’t finish it, yet. Did IT fix your connectivity issue?” ‘I think so. Let me check it.’ you say as you return to your desk, log into your computer and pull up the email.

A chat window pops up. “Thank you. Tell me when you want me to continue.” ‘I will.’ you type as more people come into the office. It is definitely time to start the workday.

(This is the 3rd of the Co-worker stories.  If you like these and want more, leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you next time.)

Going Berry Picking

You watch me walk into the kitchen, wearing only a pair of shorts and heading straight for the coffee pot. You are sitting at the kitchen table, eating toast with strawberry jam on it, as our kids are in the living room, eating bowls of cereal and watching some cartoon show.

As you bite into the toast, the store-bought jam tastes too sweet but yet almost bland. You look at the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window, and remember making berry jam with your parents. The memory of going behind your house in the summer and picking berries is so fresh and clear in your mind.

I sit down with my mug of coffee. “What’s up? You look like you are thinking about something?”

“We should take the kids berry picking.” You say in a soft, almost wistful tone.

“What’s that?” I ask, not sure I heard you correctly.
You look me directly in the eyes and say more confidently. “We should take the kids berry picking.”

‘Hon, I know you had berry bushes behind your house when you grew up, but unless you magically planted things last night, we don’t have any.” I say in a joking tone.

“No, smart ass.” You say as you pick up your phone and do a quick search. “About an hour’s drive into the country are a number of ‘pick your own’ farms.” You then show me the screen.

I take your phone and scroll down the screen. “Some of them aren’t in season yet.”

“Fine, skip past those and choose the ones that are.” You say in a confident tone.

After I finish scrolling, I hand you back your phone. “So, if we pick them, what do we do then?”

Very confidently you say “Freezer Jam.” You see the confused look on my face. “My parents would make two types of jam when I was growing up: traditional and freezer jam. We could do either, but I think freezer jam would be easier with the kids.”

“Do we have everything we need? Don’t we need to have glass jars and a pot of boiling water?”

You lean back in your chair and smile. “Nope. That’s why the first jam I learned was freezer jam. We just need plastic containers, sugar, and fruit. I think dad would use lemon juice when he didn’t have pectin.”

“What’s pectin?” our daughter asks as she puts her dirty cereal bowl in the sink.

“Rinse it first.” You remind her. “It’s a sour flavor added to jams and jellies.”

“Oh.” She responds as she rinses her bowl and puts it in the dishwasher. “Are we doing anything fun today?” she asks both of us.

You smile broadly. “A road trip and berry picking!”

“Berry picking? Yea!” our son says as he puts his empty bowl away too.

“Put on jeans and t-shirts you can get dirty in.” you say as they take off for their bedrooms.

You hear me sigh. “Does that include me?”

You get up, lean over, and hug me from behind. “This will be fun. Wait and see.”

After driving for about an hour and a half, you find the farm you want. You hear me grumble a bit when I have to pay to park, then there is an entrance fee, and then we’ll pay for whatever fruit we pick. “Dear, they have to make money somehow. Besides, when we’re done, you’ll enjoy it.” You say and kiss me on the cheek.

The small building with the scale has a stack of shopping bags, and you have everyone take one. “How much do you think we’re going to pick?” I ask.

“We’ll pick until the kids are tired. Come on.” You say, taking my hand.

We get to a row of plants that are loaded with berries.

“Kids. Watch how Mommy does this.” You bend down, hold the berry with one hand and the plant stem with the other, and pull until the berry comes free. “Be careful not to squish the berry or to pull out the plant.”

“OK” they both say and show you that they can do just as you did.

In no time, both our kids are moving thought the rows of berry plants, picking, dropping in the bag, then grabbing the next one.

As you are bent over, grabbing berries, you hear me say “I see something that I would prefer grabbing.” Then you feel my hand softly caress your ass through your jeans. “When you bend over like that, I love how your ass looks so round in those jeans. So ready to be…”

“Dear, I need you to do your part and pick berries too.” You then stand up and whisper in my ear. “When we get home, we’ll be all sweaty and I’ll need your help in the shower.”

I nod, and grin, remembering the last time we had shower sex. “Ok.” I say and kiss you.

My lips feel soft and damp against you. “Focus on berry picking first.” You say and wink. You see me move down the row and start filling the bag, keeping close to the kids.

The sun feels hot on your skin as, you quickly fill your bag.

“Mommy! Look how many I have!” our daughter says as she brings her mostly full bag.

“I’ve got more than her.” Our son says as he comes up behind her.

“Wow!” you say in an exaggerated tone. “You worked so hard. If Daddy is ready we can go and check out.” You see me following behind them, picking up a few loose berries that fell out if their bags. You smile at that and then tell the kids. “Make sure you grip the top of your bag so you don’t spill what you picked.”

Both of them watch how you gather the mouth of the bag closed and wrap it around your index finger, then grip with fist. They both try to do it. “Just hold them tightly closed.” I say as we go to the scale house.

The clerk wearing a t-shirt with the name of the farm, and bib overalls, watches as we place all four bags on the scale. “That’s almost 6 pounds.” She says. “You folks had a good time out there.”

You see her put the 4 bags into a large paper bag and then staple the receipt on it. I pull my wallet out and pay for it. “A little more expensive than the store.” I say under my breath. “But, wait until you taste them.” You say in a low tone. The clerk nods and smiles, as she hands you the bag. “Remember to rinse them well.”

“We will” I say and wave as we leave.

During the drive back home, you place your hand on my thigh and hum along to the music on the radio. Looking in the rear-view mirror, you notice that both kids are asleep.

“I think we tuckered them out.” You say quietly and lean against me. “Thanks for doing this. I forgot how much I missed it.”

I put my arm around you. “If your parents still had that house, we could have spent vacations there, but…”

You slowly nod. “They retired, sold it, and moved to retirement community down South.” Leaning against me, you feel my sweaty t-shirt. “When we get home, you are definitely taking a shower.”

Pulling into the driveway, you notice the kids are still asleep, so you grab the fruit “Let me put this in the kitchen first.” You say quietly. I nod, get out, and then unbuckle our daughter from her safety seat. You see her drowsy form, gripping me as I carry her in, then straight to her room.

A moment later I carry in our son. “Let them sleep for a bit.”

I nod, “They’ll probably wake up while we are in the shower.”

Stripping off our dirty clothes, we take t-shirts and sweatpants to change into, just in case. Our kids have woken up and interrupted us too many times, to not plan for that to happen.

I have the water already running, as you set the clothes and towels by the tub, and close the door. I kiss you and you feel my hands on your arms. “You look beautiful just standing there.”

You kiss me back, but also motion me to get in the shower. “I know, but stop wasting water.”

The water is warm but not hot. We both move around so we rinse the sweat off of us, then taking washcloths and soap, we lather each other up, facing each other. You feel my soapy hand and washcloth move around your breasts, and across your chest. You do the same to me, then we move around so the shower head rinses the soap off of us. I lean forward and lick your left nipple. “You are always so tasty.”

You feel my tongue and then my mouth as I suck it. You grab my head and pull me closer, then reach down with the washcloth and start washing my dick. As I continue sucking your nipple, you feel me reach behind you and wash your back, then down to your ass. I stop sucking and straighten up. The motion of your hand and washcloth has my dick hard for you. “I need to finish washing it clean, if you want me to suck it.” You say playfully. I move so the shower head sprays down my front, rinsing the soap off.

You squat down and get closer to it. “Let me check it to make sure it is clean”. Then you wash my balls as the other hand strokes my shaft. You continue stroking as you work the washcloth under and along the crack of my ass. The tip of my cock is so tempting. You kiss it and then lick around it. You feel me brace myself as you take me into your mouth. My hard cock presses down your tongue as you suck and bob your head back and forth. I must be excited because you already taste my precum, so you back off and stroke me looking up.

“Hold off for a moment.” Then you stand up, bend over, with me still blocking the water from the shower head. Pressing against the back of the shower you, feel me grip your hips and slowly feed my hard wet cock into you. I pull you slowly against me. The water creates that weird friction of wet skin against wet skin. You reach down and rub your clit as you feel me go deeper into you. My hard dick feels good inside of you, so you press back against me as I grip your hips tighter and pull you back and forth. Then I pull you tightly and hold you, as my cock throbs inside of you. You feel me cumming, which excites you and you close your eyes and feel your own orgasm.

Knock — knock — knock. “Mommy, are you and Daddy in there?” you hear our daughter ask.

“Yes, Baby. Mommy and I are showering. We’ll be out in a minute.” I say.

We quickly rinse off, dry each other, then put on the sweatpants and t-shirts. “You planned that well.” I tell you with a wink and a smile.

“Don’t I always. Now lets go make some freezer jam.” You say and kiss me.

(Come back next week for “Making Freezer Jam”. If you enjoyed this, like and leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. Be seeing you..)